All Chapters of Accidentally Married to CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A sharp hiss of water filled the room, the sound of a shower running somewhere nearby. My head throbbed violently, a slow, insistent pounding that made me groan as I shifted. My limbs felt heavy, as if they belonged to someone else. I blinked against the brightness cutting through the room, my vision a blurry mess of gold and white.Something was off.The bed beneath me was soft—too soft. The sheets smelled expensive, a fresh blend of sandalwood and something faintly citrusy. I inhaled deeply, pressing my face into the plush pillow before realization jolted through me.I wasn’t in my apartment.My breath hitched. The duvet was thick and luxurious, nothing like the thin, scratchy blankets I was used to. I forced my eyes open fully, and my jaw dropped.What. The. Hell?I was in a penthouse.Not just any penthouse—the kind people like me only saw in magazines, in glossy real estate ads we scrolled past on social media while dreaming of another life. The room was massive, all marble floor

Power is everything. People say money can't buy happiness, yet they wake up at the crack of dawn and retire late at night just to chase it. To me, money is everything, and I hate any fool who thinks otherwise. Try messing with it, and you're out. I don’t care what others think. I have a goal, and I am determined to reach it. I must reach it.Just the image of my so-called father, lounging in his executive chair at Bianco Jewelry Enterprises—one of the largest jewelry manufacturing industries across East Africa—makes my blood boil. Especially with that woman beside him. Sitting in the seat that once belonged to my mother.Deep sigh.I will destroy it all. Even if I have to defile logic itself.There’s a deal. The Grand Gold Gala Awarding ceremony. Being his son gives me an advantage—a direct pass to acquire an even stronger ally and join the Cardinal Seven, the elite power circle he’s part of. They gave me two conditions. First, get married. Second, win the GGG. I have to produce the r

The air inside the boardroom was thick with tension, the kind that settled between unspoken words and silent glares. No one dared to breathe too loudly. We were all waiting for the inevitable—the verdict.Jade Jewelry was situated in Roosters, housed within a ten-floor building. We occupied the fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, with the sixth serving as our design studio and the seventh reserved for board meetings. Initially, the building accommodated various businesses, but ever since Lush acquired the entire property, some of them had begun relocating.That’s right, Mr. Almighty doesn’t like his business aligning with other businesses. So we are expecting new changes. Don’t get the wrong idea, Lush headquarters is in CBD, a seven-star building. I’d been there once for a product launch, and the sheer extravagance had left an imprint on me—red carpets rolled over polished floors, walls lined with gold-trimmed panels, and chandeliers that dripped luxury. It was the very definition of u

A high-pitched ringing buzzed in my ears, distant at first, then swelling, consuming everything. My head felt heavy like it had been stuffed with cotton, but the weight wasn’t enough to dull the sharp, pulsing ache at my temples. I tried to move, but a dull throb shot up my arm, pinning me down before I could register what was wrong.Bright light poured through my closed eyelids, forcing them to flutter open. The world blurred—a sterile white ceiling, recessed lights that hummed softly, and the unmistakable scent of antiseptic hanging thick in the air. Something beeped nearby, a steady, rhythmic sound that only intensified the ringing in my head. Hospital. The realization struck as I blinked, my vision swimming into focus.A murmur of voices drifted in from the side, muffled at first, then sharpening into distinct figures. My father. Vincent. Antony. They were here.I turned my head slightly, ignoring the protest of my sore muscles. Vincent was seated beside me, his posture stiff, han

The car ride back was suffocating.The low hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of streetlights casting eerie shadows through the tinted windows, the rhythmic tapping of Kurtis’s fingers against his tablet—it all built an unbearable weight inside me. The hospital doors had barely shut behind us, yet my mind was still trapped in that sterile white hallway, replaying the scene over and over like a broken film reel.Antony’s expression—shocked, confused, then cold. His jaw tightened, his gaze darting between me and Kurtis, piecing together a picture I wasn’t even sure how to explain.I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t. But I did.And the way Kurtis had dismissed him, like a minor inconvenience, like a fly buzzing too close to his ear, made my stomach twist. It wasn’t just his words; it was the sheer lack of emotion, the detached finality in his tone, as if Antony—someone who had stood by his side for years—was nothing more than an afterthought.I shot a glance at Kurtis. He sat beside me